Lyrics:
cold put a thou' on my teeth
J. Cole tell em G.O.M.D
Rocks dancing on my neck like NSYNC
John 13:7 on my wall
If you don't get it, then fuck it we ball
it G
Spread peace
I don't really want your sympathy
All we really lack is empathy
Empty spirits can't attach to me
Curve and dubbin' all your faculty
Don’t see ya
Nah, I know you got no clip
Tap in let me focus, make your future look hopeless
Man I almost went homeless
Then bossed up on that G shit
man I hit it you gon like me more
Darlin you ridin I just wanna know
If you gon ride or die darlin for me
Ay ay
The drip drip on me
Shine with my G
huh
Still hurts sometimes
But I made you you great
Don't got to worry why you think I named you Grace
I'm the big G I never make mistakes
When I called
you’d be too
I’m pull up like 8, we can get there 8 the next day
No tolls on my GPS, that’s the best way
Hit the G stay, then the freeway, then flea
you float
Music so dope, sold the tape tape tape, with a fork
When I write this, It’s righteous
I could sell this flow, to the Pope
Everything I do G
we catchin a wave
We on the g5 learjet I slid to milano we paid
This for my people I ain't takin no loss
I swear my struggle man it made me a boss
I
a young nigga
Yeah I started from down below
The deep gutters
Am a real G
Look am on some other shit
Ion even play ion gotta pretend
Cause look nigga am
So quit stalling on the wall G
I'm Mike Jack, plus tall king
Kills mic check of all things
And my heart froze, now I'm balling
Got ice all in my
Domino, I could knock down black & white hoes
And my coat L.G.B, and my feet got Rick O
And they all love envy told them love me some more
Kult running this
here living B.I.G but I ain't ready to die
A couple million more to make
But she can't make up her mind like...
"A BBL probably would've been like
get that green
Like celery
I'll shoot you down
I'm the deputy
Don't mess with me
No feds with me
But I ain't brown
There I said it G
Don't want yo
How the fuck is these niggas gon hate on me
How the fuck is these niggas still playing g
Now his ass laid out like he ate a bean
When it come to smoke
not an asshole
And I'm the biggest asshole
Like a BBC went between these knees
Don't believe me G you can eat feces
I just bring the B A Rs
I just
to dodge the Jake's
Fuck a rat
I just bought a dime bitch that new Prada bag
I'm leaning, spilled the Henny
Hey G do you got a rag?
Fuck a check worth two
were ons break
Drijf de spot met jullie dames
G
Dezelfde Ruud als back in de day
Dus ben dezelfde jij
Jij hield z'n bek in de day
Mensen doen nu anders
Uptown gyal a seh she wah inna di portal
G-wagon matte black
Leather seats inna dat
Money full up inna pocket we the cops cyah track
My dawgs eva strap
Maria mas é demoníaco o que o puto faz de ti
Até molhaste a cama, mas não foi o cum como o grupo do Zara G
Scanna quem te chama "gang" ou acabas
the sauce drippin’ Ragu, she like my tattoos/Sex in the champagne room break the damn rules
She buss it open G, bend it over for me/I dick her down buss
Verse 4 Sunni G:
Callin’ me out, know that you won’t, can’t be these bars, I’m coming raw/Southern par, I’m breaking yo jaw, set it off, boss cover
Selfless self-improvement
I ain’t the G.O.A.T. but I’m pretty damn good right
I’m boutta blow up at least that’s what it looks like
Putting all
the opps noticed (cash)
Three-sixty do a spin no aim with the Locus (bow)
I'm the G matter of fact go on add the O.T.U.S (aye)
Yeah pussy, I know you going
d'Italie
Le savoir est l'arme que je possède
Un ak-47 c'est dépassé depuis
Une connexion de très haut débit
Chez nous la 5G c'est c'qu'on a
Dans nos débuts
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